At night in Yuncheng, the stars dimmed under the bright lights of Xichuan International Hotel. Ling Yunchuan, the domineering president of Yunchuan Group, stood in the center of the reception, looking down at the celebrities around him. His aura was as unparalleled as his business empire.
However, when his eyes fell on the black figure, his world seemed to have stopped. Jing Wanxi, a mysterious woman, appeared in his sight in a long black dress. She was like a thorny rose in the dark night, exuding fatal temptation.
"Mr. Ling, my name is Jing Wanxi. I have heard my name for a long time. I am glad to meet you today." Her voice was gentle but firm, and her outstretched hand was slender but carried a power that could not be ignored.
Ling Yunchuan was slightly startled. He never thought that someone would break into his sight so directly, and he never thought that he would have an inexplicable interest in her.
He stretched out his hand to hold hers, but the moment he touched her fingertips, he felt a strange electric current. There was a strong desire in his heart to understand this woman, to conquer her, and to pamper her alone.
But Jing Wanxi skillfully withdrew her hand, a hint of teasing flashed in her eyes, as if to say: "You are not enough for me to stay."
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